Yan Feifan looked troubled. "Sir, plastic surgery clients aren’t willing to make their procedures public."
Liu Jin scoffed. "I’m not asking you to find a celebrity for a public surgery. Find an ordinary person."
"Given how in-demand you are right now, if you offer a bit of a discount on the surgery price, I’m sure plenty of people will be fighting for the chance to agree."
"And, uh, prepare meticulously..."
Liu Jin stopped mid-sentence, then said with some frustration, "You, kid... I think heaven sent you down specifically to crush other people’s spirits. Just perform at your usual level."
"To be honest, seeing your current income and net worth, even I’m getting pretty jealous."
Yan Feifan gave a sly grin and asked, "Sir, are you short on cash?"
Liu Jin beamed. "I’m short a few tens of millions for a new luxury villa. Are you going to gift it to me?"
Yan Feifan shook his head so hard it looked like a rattle drum. "Sir, I still need a villa for myself!"
Liu Jin smiled, then his expression turned serious. "That vlogger who exposed your salary with a fake payslip—I’ve already had our lawyers look into it."
"Someone from our hospital was pulling the strings behind the scenes. I’m determined to dig them out..."
The two of them discussed the matter of the public surgery for a while longer before Yan Feifan left the director’s office.
At 6:40 in the evening, after finishing dinner, Yan Feifan went to the neurosurgery department to find Dr. Qiu Ge.
The two first discussed the puncture plan for the blood clot in the character actor’s brain.
However, after a full day of thought, the two of them still hadn’t found a better puncture route.
At 7:30 PM, Qiu Ge led Yan Feifan, who was dressed in a testing suit, to a brainwave monitoring lab and handed him a thick head covering.
"Mr. Yan, this head covering contains two hundred and thirty-six micro-sensors."
"With our monitoring equipment here, we can accurately measure the activity level of every part of your brain."
"We can use this device to monitor the effect that voice has on your brain..."
After hearing Dr. Qiu’s explanation, Yan Feifan put on the head covering, which left only his facial features and ears exposed. He then lay down on the examination bed and placed his head inside a hemispherical dome that resembled a honeycomb.
Immediately, Yan Feifan heard the soft BUZZING of machinery.
"Mr. Yan, I’m going to ask you a few questions to establish a baseline for the monitoring data."
Yan Feifan grunted in acknowledgment as the voice continued.
"First, let’s test the logic and calculation centers of your brain..."
"354 plus 6413..."
As soon as he heard the numbers, Yan Feifan began to do the math in his head. Just then, Dr. Qiu Ge suddenly cried out in surprise.
"HOLY CRAP! HOLY CRAP! It’s so bright! Is the machine broken?"
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